#Americans #Objectivist #Women
I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—
Mr. Van Ess bought 14 washcloths? Fourteen washrags, Ed Van Ess? Must be going to give em to the church, I guess. He drinks, you know. The day we m…
The chemist creates the brazen approximation: Life Thy will be done
Old Mother turns blue and from us… “Don’t let my head drop to the ear… I’m blind and deaf.” Death from t… a thimble in her purse. “It’s a long day since last night.
He lived—childhood summers thru bare feet then years of money’s lack and heat beside the river—out of flood
In the great snowfall before the b… colored yule tree lights windows, the only glow for contemp… along this road I worked the print shop
Keen and lovely man moved as in a… to be considerate in lighted, glas… almost outdoor office. Business wasn’t all he knew. He knew music,… Had a heart. “With eyes like your…
You are my friend— you bring me peaches and the high bush cranberry you carry my fishpole
Well, spring overflows the land, floods floor, pump, wash machine of the woman moored to this low sh… Goodbye to lilacs by the door and all I planted for the eye.
What horror to awake at night and in the dimness see the light. Time is white mosquitoes bite I’ve spent my life on nothing.
The wild and wavy event now chintz at the window was revolution . . . Adams to Miss Abigail Smith:
And the place was water Fish fowl flood
Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people
My wife is ill! And I sit waiting for a quorum Fast ride
Popcorn—can cover screwed to the wall over a hole so the cold can’t mouse in
